I ask you, men, isn't it great!

For a joke God gave men a prostate;

It lies down below,

Like a debt it can grow

To ensure that our sleep will come late.

 

No rest can a man get at night,

Up peeing till dawn's early light.

Exhausted to lie

As the sun finds the sky,

Even then there's no let-up in sight.

 

Doctor, dear doctor - please, please...

Can you help with my personal ease?

There's no rest for me

No matter how hard I pee,

Or how hard I manage to squeeze.

 

Old chap, it's the state of your gland,

No wonder you feel less than grand.

I'll look close at it...

Maybe cut out a bit,

Now relax while I lend you a hand!